She grew up in an Indiana townHad a good-lookin’ mama who never was aroundBut she grew up tall and she grew up rightWith them Indiana boys on them Indiana nightsWell, she moved down here at the age of eighteenShe blew the boys away, was more than they’d seenI was introduced and we both started groovin’She said, “I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin’ onKeep movin’ on”Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the painI feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town againWell, I don’t know, but I’ve been toldYou never slow down, you never grow oldI’m tired of screwin’ up, tired of going downTired of myself, tired of this town

Oh, my my, oh, hell yesHoney, put on that party dressBuy me a drink, sing me a songTake me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the painI feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again

There’s pigeons down on Market SquareShe’s standin’ in her underwearLookin’ down from a hotel roomNightfall will be comin’ soon

Oh, my my, oh, hell yes.You got to put on that party dressIt was too cold to cry when I woke up aloneI hit my last number and walked to the road

Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the painI feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again